Chinese New Year: A Poem

Grandma's lovin' that mahjong

On the night of New Year, all was loud in the home.
The adults played Mahjong and children were left to roam.

Tangyuan

While Ma cooked tangyuan and the sky began to glow,
we had just settled down to watch the CCTV New Year's show.

Fireworks. Lots and lots of fireworks.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but songs for great China and a happy, healthy new year.

They cooked the veggies just for me. I felt so high-maintenance.

After the traditions, they still played mahjong
and the lawai was given a bed to sleep on.

I've heard rumors of these beds.
This was my first time actually sleeping on one.

Adding this to the list of unexpected places she's slept,
she reflected on her year and good memories she's kept.

Memories of family, and friends, and the city, Monterey.
Looking forward to this year, this month, and a new day.

The next day, had the worst smog I've seen in China so far.
You can almost see the skyscrapers 2 blocks away.